Don’t Aim at my Heart
…now I hear your boots on the snow
in a while, you’ll go to sleep
good night, my sad brother
if you see a big star up in the sky, it’s because
I think of you.
As you lean your rifle against the wall, you change
into a sparrow again.
And when they ask you to shoot me
aim someplace else
don’t aim at my heart.
Your youthful face still resides in it
I wouldn’t want you to injure it.
Libros Libertad 